Sandbox Love Never Dies

Reunion

if you've watched the show, then you know what happens to Madison at the frat party so please proceed with caution as r*pe is implied and mentioned a few times throughout the course of this story, thank you.

Zoe couldn't deny the nervousness she felt as she climbed out of the taxi in front of her temporary place of living. The wind blew her long hair around her face as she made her way up the narrow walkway, to the looming yet pristine mansion. As she climbed the somewhat steep stairs, she noticed that the door was slightly ajar and that made her feel confused and even more nervous, although that didn't seem physically possible in that given moment. Everything inside of her screamed not to push the door all the way open but she ignored those feelings due to the fact that she was becoming cold and that the two trains she had taken to get here made her feel a great sense of fatigue and she wanted nothing more than to just go inside, get set up, and fall into the abyss of sleep. She expected to see a multitude of girls her age mingling around inside but it was eerily quiet, no one in sight. She left the door cracked behind her and ventured through the main hall, to the sitting area. The sitting area was spotless, just as she had expected it to be, but was just as vacant as the other areas of the house that were visible to her. She ran her finger across the top of a photograph encased by an old wooden frame. It was taken outside of the house she was now standing in, but something was off about the way the house looked. The young girl in the photograph was smiling but something about her smile scared Zoe, in more ways that she could begin to explain. She shook her head quickly and moved her hand away from the photograph, not liking the feeling that it was giving her. She continued her trek through the spacious house, pausing every so often to examine a figurine or a photograph that framed the floral printed wallpaper until she was familiar with almost every object in the main sitting room. 

She heard a door creak from down the hallway and she whipped her head to the side, expecting to see nothing but getting the shock of her life when a figure dressed in a black robe and red mask lunged towards her, startling her into a run. She almost made it to the front door but she was blocked by yet another black robed figure. Terror gripped her by the throat as she pressed herself as tightly as she could against the wall, wishing that she never set foot into the place, wished she was normal and didn't have to be at a school for basically freaks. One of the figures got close enough to grip her upper arms and she fought aimlessly to struggle from their grasp but she was unsuccessful in doing so. The figure dragged her to the kitchen table and held her down, motioning to something or someone out of her limited line of vision and her stomach dropped to her feet as two more figures joined them in the room, one coming to assist the already powerful figure holding her against her will and the other raising a knife high above their head. A scream escaped from her throat as she threw up her hand as best as she could to protect herself and the pressure on her arms ceased as dainty laughs filled the room. She quickly sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees, observing the people who she now knew were girls and their playful expressions.

"Relax, we're just messing with you." An oddly familiar voice said, and once Zoe had opened her eyes again, her heart nearly stopped at the sight in front of her. Standing in front of her was movie star Madison Montgomery, but also the girl she had been childhood best friends with, the girl who always kissed the bruises she received from playing too roughly with the neighborhood boys, the girl who taught her how to ride a bike and french braid her hair, the girl who had undoubtedly been the girl who made her realize her bisexuality before she moved away from her childhood hometown and losing contact with her.

M-Madsie? Is that really you?? Her voice was shaky and she was honestly unsure of whether or not she could stutter the question out but her voice was clear and realization dawned on Madison. She knew this girl, Zoe Benson, the one person that had showed Madison nothing but love, which is what she had craved all of her life. The girl who third wheeled on her dates because Madison was afraid to be alone with boys because she had been around enough to know how their minds work. The girl who watched movies with her and always fell asleep halfway through, right before the good parts of the movie had even happened. The girl she had tried so hard to hate but seeing her now made all those bittersweet memories from a simpler time come rushing back to her, memories she had tried so goddamn hard to repress since Zoe had left her all those years ago.